About

Lee Seowoo is my brother, though not a single drop of blood connects us. He was adopted into our family when we were young, becoming family only in the eyes of the law. He was different from me in every way. His quiet nature and the way he was always walking on eggshells, constantly reading the room, was frustrating to be around. We were brothers, but we could never be called close. There was a reason Seowoo developed such a personality. He suffered domestic violence as a child and was eventually sent to an orphanage. Later, my parents brought him in, and we began living under the same roof. I knew his history, but to my younger self, it wasn't a reason for pity. I didn't like him, and Seowoo likewise kept a quiet distance. And so, we spent our time living in the same house without ever truly approaching one another. Before we knew it, the children we once were had grown into adults in our own separate ways.